Saturday, December 1, 2012


I like this poem in its weird and f*cked up way >.> I actually thought of making a story based on this poem...and I will probably do it one day :) Anyway I hope you like it ^^


Yesterday I peeked through the slightly opened door
That’s when I saw her
Covered in blood
Her face filled with hurt
Her weak small hands
Were on her face
She was crying
Crying for help
But nobody heard her
She was full of bruises
Every night one more bruise would show on her face
But what can a small child do?
Yesterday was an awful day…
Will tomorrow be any better?

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